Rest your head, oh weary boy
How you rob yourself of joy
You ain't cut like all the rest
How you give away your breath
Well I'll be somebody in my own time
I'll pull the wreckage out from my mind
I'm not afraid of myself no more
I see the beauty in all my wars
And I'll fight some more
I'll face my crimes
I'm walking straight on crooked lines
And I'm not amused by false or frail
I will prevail
Oh rest assured
You troubled soul
You may let go of that weight you hold
For it is good to feel lament
It will remind you once again
That I'll be somebody in my own time
I'll pull the wreckage out from my mind
I'm not afraid of myself no more
I see the beauty in all my wars
And I'll fight some more
I'll face my crimes
I'm walking straight on crooked lines
And I'm not amused by false or frail
I will prevail
And I'll be somebody in my own time
I'll pull the wreckage out from my mind
I'm not afraid of myself no more
I see the beauty in all my wars
And I'll fight some more
